Thanksgiving Practice Update

At Walt Whitman’s birthplace, just a short walk from the house in which I grew up and where my parents still live.

It is always a temptation for me to stay home when it is cold and dark, to miss yoga class (when I am student, not teacher), to do my own practice and read and cook and play with the cat, rather than to be more engaged with all that is outside — friends, group yoga, and all the offerings of the city.  I am always happier, though, for having gone out.  Home is much more pleasing after an interlude with the outside.  And if I dress right, it is even enjoyable to walk out in the cold, dark, rain, and say hello to all the dog walkers.

This cookie fortune has been taped to the bulletin board in my office for a couple of decades. Sometimes I remember to notice it.